Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.